Those of you who have been reading my blog for awhile might remember the story in our local newspaper about the cow who escaped and was running loose in the woods surrounding West Milford. I kept looking for more updates in the paper but never saw anything.

That is until Rick was reading an article in the paper a few weeks back about some things in the old town records of 1834. Buried in this article after references to entries in the ledgers of cows going astray, was news about our runaway cow. Here is what it said:

“Calling to mind that everything old is new again, a 400-pound cow went AWOL after a western event at the west Milford Equestrian Center in May of 2007. Mounted volunteers combed the woods of the township in search of the missing cow and the saga was duly noted in the local press.

According to the Equestrian Center’s owner, Ella Mae Battipaglia, the bovine actually wandered back on it its own in August. Once trapped in a pen, and with some coaxing , the cow was eventually backed into a trailer and taken away.

It is believed that the heifer spent its time in the woods between Gould and Van Orden roads for those three months. It gained about 300 pounds on its freedom walk, however, which then begs the question: Do greens really belong on a diet plate?”

So, a happy ending for our runaway cow.

Salad anyone??

With Rick away on business for the next week, I find myself watching movies that I queued up on purpose with his absence in mind.

I was watching an old B&W 1947 movie tonight and was struck by some differences that just stood out to me.

1) Everyone was in a suit (even women) to attend a picnic. Cary Grant had holes in his dress trousers by the end of the sack race. Silly man.

2) Men wore their trousers high waisted where their bellies protruded underneath their belts and sometimes made them look hollow backed. Today you would never see a man with the waist band of his trousers up around his mid-section. How fuddy-duddy-ish. Like Fred Mertz on I Love Lucy. Oh no, today if you have a big belly, the waist band goes underneath all that so as to make the trouser size smaller. Why haven’t women thought of that trick?

Clothing seemed so structured. I can’t imagine walking around strapped into a corset and suit from morning till night. No jeans, no sweatshirts. Please! I like to let it all hang out once I come home. Okay, so I never said I was June Cleaver. Not me. Well, maybe a bodice would be nice being the Renaissance girl that I am ...

From 1947 and B&W, I went to 1979 and ALIEN. It looks dated to my eyes of today with their “Mother” computer spewing out binary code. How archaic does that look? But, that’s all we knew back then; bits and bytes. God Sigourney Weaver looked so young ... and they called their fellow crew member a “robot” instead of the android that he was. Geez.

Other observations include the fact that our pool is DONE. Its temperature has bottomed out. No swimming; no way. I “saved” a tiny frog the other day, but I’m not entirely certain he was very appreciative of my saviour expertise. I just didn’t want him in the pool and not able to get out on his own. Frogs and moles “swimming” belly-up are not my favorite thing to find in the pool. Next week it will be closed for the season, which is sad considering how little we used it this year. Not a good pool year. Bummer.

The trees are starting to change. Squirrels are busily knocking acorns down from high atop the oak branches. Those trees that aren’t physically showing color have lost their fill for the year, looking pallid and washed out.

Tonight I think the sun set in what seemed like one half hour earlier than yesterday. I know that’s not possible, but it seemed so to me.

The seasons and times; they are a-changin’.

We just had an old-fashioned thunderstorm roll through. A pretty good one with lots of thunder and lightning, and I shut my computer down (for its safety) and went to sit in the glass-surrounded sunroom to enjoy it. It’s not often we have this kind of storm, and when we do it’s usually in the middle of the night. That’s another strange thing I can’t get used to here in New Jersey: a thunderstorm at 10 o’clock in the morning! I could hear the thunder long before the storm arrived, and it got as dark as night outside. Very creepy. When the rain finally started it was a cloudburst—I couldn’t even see the neighbor’s house across the street.

I took a photo of the radar after it had passed. If you look closely you’ll see a little pointer mark where our town is; just below the state line of New Jersey on the west side of that ominous red storm line! That’s what just went over us!

As I sat and took in the beauty of the storm, I felt the need to put down my thoughts. With the computer shut down I had to resort to pen and paper (gasp!). Here is what I wrote.

As I sit here in the sunroom surrounded on three sides by glass, we are experiencing a good old-fashioned thunderstorm. Something I’ve been craving for awhile. Lightning flashes all around me; thunder booms. Have you ever just sat and listened to thunder? Each clap is unique. Some are just a single earth-shatteringly loud BOOM! like those fireworks on the 4th of July that start out by being just an intense flash of light until the sound catches up and it ends with that amazingly loud BOOM! that you feel deep in your belly and shakes the ground beneath you. Very powerful. Others start fairly quietly and roll along seemingly forever until their sound just fades away in the distance, while others make a cracking sound that never amounts to much of anything.

Boy, I sure can type faster than I can write ...

Some people duck and take cover during thunderstorms, but I sort of relish in them (as long as they aren’t severe with hail or the lightning isn’t hitting too close). There is something exciting about the charged air they carry along with them. I know, I’m weird. Maybe I can thank my father for that. When I was little he used to hold me up to the window during a storm so we could watch the lightning display together so I wouldn’t be afraid. I remember it all so clearly; the Paul Revere curtains hanging at the living room window, the forks of lightning and the thunder, the warm secure feeling of being in my father’s arms.

The storm has been over us for about twenty minutes and Mother Nature is really having a good time out there—quite the drama queen today. But now the distance between the flash and the thunder is getting further apart and the storm is moving off, although it’s still raining.

When I booted the computer up again I saw that during that twenty minute storm it had put down .65 inches of rain. Right now our rain gauge stands at almost one inch. Not bad. There was a very wet and bedraggled turkey hunkered underneath the big oak in the front yard when I came into the computer room. Smart turk!  We are supposed to get more thunderstorms later this afternoon ... we’ll see. I do love a stormy day! How about you?

Just before the rain started in yesterday I spotted something in the yard. It looked too big to be a squirrel and it was grayish, standing up with its back to me. I got the binoculars out to take a closer look. Well, I’ll be—a woodchuck. The first one I’ve seen since moving here. I snapped this photo of him looking contemplatively into the back yard. He seems completely at home sitting there with his paws up on the railing. I think he’s adorable.

Shortly after this photo was taken, Hanna finally arrived. It poured sheets of soft, gentle, warm rain which came straight down with no wind. Our weather station was recording a little over an inch per hour. Lucky for us that she stopped in about four hours. Rain total: 4.39 inches!

The lights flickered a few times, but no power outage. I did have a few candles lit just in case, but we didn’t need them. We had some wind overnight but nothing out of the ordinary. Hanna was kind to us. She greened up our yard, filled our pool and made us all happy. I don’t know about how happy the woodchuck was about it all. I imagine he was pretty soggy wherever he was.

On the leading edge of Tropical Storm Hanna, the clouds last night put on a spectacular show.

This one looks a bit like a dinosaur to me:

We are expecting heavy rains today, so we’ll see what we really get. So far it’s very muggy and humid outside—like a sauna. We had a little misty rain overnight and this morning but so far not much sign of anything going to happen. So we wait ...